tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64236608794473598962011-11-15T11:38:36.878-08:00The aimless ramblings of one Danny Krow. A News photographer from the Lone Star State.Dan Crowleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04507504618243427579noreply@blogger.comBlogger81100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6423660879447359896.post-11680949458489703102010-10-08T14:59:00.000-07:002010-10-08T15:35:27.576-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e2t4okiqjyA/TK-URX9k42I/AAAAAAAABRE/EywrS6eN4Mg/s1600/DSCN1652.JPG"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e2t4okiqjyA/TK-URX9k42I/AAAAAAAABRE/EywrS6eN4Mg/s320/DSCN1652.JPG" alt="" style="clear: both; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0pt;" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />In my young career as a photographer (Career? hey know of anyone hiring?) I used the sun to light many of my pictures, be it still or video, just as any photographer should. Sometimes I fell victim to our sun, in my inexpirienmce it could turn any reporter or interviewee into shadow face. But recently I have taken a liking to this sun. Yeah it's pretty important for things other than photography I guess... but pointing the lens straight at the sun and capturing, it's kind of turned into a hobby of mine. Bad for a camera with no UV filter? Not sure. But, it never fails to have some short of power to behind it, the photo I mean. A glisten of light peaking out from behind a white picket fence, a silhouette of tree branches against an orange sky, and of course the sunrise everyone wants to remember. They all speak to us.d<br /><br /><br /> <div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtGEnha1OTE/TK-bNs4R1NI/AAAAAAAABFU/Xdr89eQpOzA/s1600/DSCN1661.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gtGEnha1OTE/TK-bNs4R1NI/AAAAAAAABFU/Xdr89eQpOzA/s320/DSCN1661.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525805927494702290" border="0" /></a></div> So go ahead! Watch your exposures and turn down the f-stops, because the camera just LOVES the sun!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6423660879447359896-1168094945848970310?l=danblawg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dan Crowleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04507504618243427579noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6423660879447359896.post-55337750199750823692010-07-01T12:33:00.000-07:002010-07-01T12:47:42.511-07:00A name like wind past a sandy shore...<br />Blowing the tide westward over a thousand gravel steps...<br />And crashing the boardwalk downward...<br />Past the loud noise of some metropolitan super highway...<br />And over the green hills of hollowed out wood...<br /><br />Carving it's way into the lost and the lonely...<br />Leaving a scar you can't see...<br />A breath you can't hear...<br />A book you can't read...<br />Griping it's way tight into a swift beating heart...<br /><br />Here it stays trapped...<br />Swirling around until a dot of light shins inward...<br />Making a name blow out of my mouth...<br />Like wind... <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tXhmRU0JKeY/R3lGzQ7etvI/AAAAAAAAAFk/lb7OTdEDdwk/s400/South-Pacific-Sunset.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tXhmRU0JKeY/R3lGzQ7etvI/AAAAAAAAAFk/lb7OTdEDdwk/s400/South-Pacific-Sunset.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tXhmRU0JKeY/R3lGzQ7etvI/AAAAAAAAAFk/lb7OTdEDdwk/s400/South-Pacific-Sunset.jpg"><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Image Courtesy</span></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6423660879447359896-5533775019975082369?l=danblawg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dan Crowleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04507504618243427579noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6423660879447359896.post-40155675990139560912010-05-28T13:50:00.001-07:002010-05-28T13:52:24.757-07:00I want to dance all over the globe. On every nook and cranny.<br /><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bNF_P281Uu4&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bNF_P281Uu4&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6423660879447359896-4015567599013956091?l=danblawg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dan Crowleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04507504618243427579noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6423660879447359896.post-40238778744778822912010-03-02T00:12:00.000-08:002010-03-02T00:50:37.280-08:00What was once a raging inferno...<br />is now a match...halfway burnt.<br /><br />I hold the end in my shaking fingers...<br />Cringing at every breeze.<br /><br />Pacing the frost covered plains...<br />grass crunches at every step.<br /><br />I hand the match over...<br />And point the the sun rise behind the trees.<br /><br />Brethren march on...<br />The sun gets higher...<br />My feet start moving...<br />As I turn around and head west.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://members.iinet.net.au/~john.mail@ozemail.com.au/WF-wedding-rock-hist/sunset-rock.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 613px; height: 448px;" src="http://members.iinet.net.au/~john.mail@ozemail.com.au/WF-wedding-rock-hist/sunset-rock.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a href="http://members.iinet.net.au/~john.mail@ozemail.com.au/WF-wedding-rock-hist/WF-wedding-rock-hist.htm"><span style="font-style:italic;">Courtesy</span></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6423660879447359896-4023877874477882291?l=danblawg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dan Crowleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04507504618243427579noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6423660879447359896.post-48247116990856946052010-02-20T15:54:00.001-08:002010-02-20T15:57:33.240-08:00Graduation is fast approaching. The days of sitting in a classroom are over. And I feel ready. Something remains on my mind. I want to let go. I want the feeling of getting in the car and just going. No debating it, or wondering "do I have the money" just see the country. I feel like it is the last chance to do this before being booted into the real world...the working full time world. The being in debt world. This could possibly be the last summer of my Life! I don't want to waste it!<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3A-unBigvoY&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3A-unBigvoY&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6423660879447359896-4824711699085694605?l=danblawg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dan Crowleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04507504618243427579noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6423660879447359896.post-63692623777074202012010-02-16T19:44:00.000-08:002010-02-16T19:56:50.361-08:00Blah Blah Blah the economy sucks. Everyone knows this. Less TV organizationsa re not hireing as much or at all. And this effects me, because I am graduating in a few short months. It was last semester when I ended up bumping into WCAX out of Burrlington during a story at the Caladonia Court Hosue in Saint J Vermont. It realy stuck into my memory for some reason. It was one gentleman, quickly pulling over at the imediate side of the road. Grabbing his camera bag and tripod and running itno the court house just as I was leaving. "No reporter?" I thought. <br /><br />I precieved that as a sign, and long story short, I have begun tracking, shooting, and writing some of my own pieces. <br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_dLS0ECX9bs&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_dLS0ECX9bs&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6423660879447359896-6369262377707420201?l=danblawg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dan Crowleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04507504618243427579noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6423660879447359896.post-51617514319561141052009-04-29T20:59:00.000-07:002009-04-29T21:26:15.692-07:00Girl of Firey Embers...<br />I shall walk<br />Slowly...slowly...and slowly<br />Walk through hallways of ice<br />Long white streaks and my distorted face reflect across the cold blue floor<br />Eyes glazed i stare deeply at the face that says "no"...<br /><br />Divine Woman of Firey Embers...<br />I shall swim<br />Slowly...slowly...and slowly<br />Swim through the piercing Arctic sea<br />Chunks of ice scrap my limbs and warp my path<br />Eyes foggy I stare closely at the chunks that say "stop"<br /><br />Saintly Woman of heat and smoke...<br />I shall climb<br />slowly...slowly...and slowly<br />Climb atop the hills of slush<br /><br />It's hard to gain footing in inches of wet slippery snow covered hills...<br />It's hard to hold onto the damp roots of the ground<br />slip...slip...slip<br />It's Hard to stare upat a hill you just failed to climb...<br /><br />Scorching Deity of Flaming Brush...<br />I shall go forward<br />Grab onto eveery single weathered root I can find<br />Reach peeks scarcely being reached<br />Jump into the red hot spewing hiltop that screams fire in my eyes and melts Icey deserts in my chest...<br /><br />Goddess of Fire<br />I shall Walk<br />Slowly...slowly...and slowly<br />Over these eternal flames that burn my feet but reach my tight cold veins and bring Infernos inside my soul...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6423660879447359896-5161751431956114105?l=danblawg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dan Crowleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04507504618243427579noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6423660879447359896.post-90289015499053720432009-01-03T13:07:00.000-08:002009-01-03T13:17:33.621-08:00hello Blawg world. I wonder if I am going to catch onto this blogger.com thing. most likely i will loose interest after one or two posts, but hey, I might as well try it one.<br /><br />The following was inspired by <a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&friendID=102175623&blogID=351910021&Mytoken=191D8988-F8D7-42CB-A0B7F6F51433F3FC1320189">THIS</a> Poem....<br /><br /><br />I just can't reach...<br />I wish I could...<br />Everyone tells me too...<br />But no no no...that's not me...<br />I don't care how intriguing the pockets in the sky are...<br />I am looking for more then a sample...<br />I shall look straight ahead...<br />Stay on my own two feet...<br />On my own path...<br />Arms forever dangling...Never stiff...<br />Who knows, maybe my path will cross another...<br />May her arms be dangling too...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6423660879447359896-9028901549905372043?l=danblawg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Dan Crowleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04507504618243427579noreply@blogger.com0